Yet, I am in no placeTo question him.He is the OnePerfect.Or does he regretTelling us this?Has he made a mistakeIn being God?

Up in the castle of HisIn the unforgiving chillOf blackened space,Twinkling with stars(Or are they angel's tears?)Does he ever put his head down?Let crystal tears fall?And wonderWhere did he go wrong?

On he toilsGuiding usCan he ever hear the thanks,The praises?Or are they taintedBy the ever-present sufferingThat he cannot destroy?

How can he be with us?When he is alone himself?Has he ever felt the touchOf another?The bright sunshineOf a smile?He just residesIn "Heaven"His own HellOf dark skiesAnd pale starsNever can He seeThe gift He has given us.

Of all of HisWonderful creationsWhy isn't there oneFor him?If He is the OneAnd there is nothing elseWhy do we rejoice in this?

Sitting in his thrownSo near yet so farWhy is our loving creatorAll alone?

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